Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

AUTUMN by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE

Poet Analysis

First Line: THERE IS A WIND WHERE THE ROSE WAS
Last Line: SILENCE WHERE HOPE WAS.
There is a wind where the rose was;
Cold rain where sweet grass was;
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.

Nought gold where your hair was;
Nought warm where your hand was;
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.

Sad winds where your voice was;
Tears, tears where my heart was;
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.



Home: PoetryExplorer.net